Last Transmission — Cemetary

cannot ease the fever flaming in your eyfs can't close out the frequence lusting for the lie when your depression slowly leaves the world around you starts to burn won't feel it coming won't feel anything at all

last transmission

way down in seclusion - the icon of your fear let your eyes believe you see it all so clear desperation is the only thing you couldn't live without can you hear them screaming? no, can't hear anything at all